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Spotlight, Teasers & Excerpt: This Time Is Different by Mae Wood

Title: This Time is Different

Author: Mae Wood

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 12, 2017

Blurb

Life can
change in a flash.

Marriage
and a baby wasn’t Amy Forsythe’s college plan. After a shotgun marriage glued
together by her son, she’s convinced that love isn’t meant for her. Now
nearing forty and single for the first time since her senior prom, her friends
are pushing her to date. Her teenager isn’t thrilled by the idea and
neither is Amy.

Silver fox
Thomas Popov isn’t looking for The One. He found her decades ago. And
fell apart when she died. At fifty-three with a new job, a new city, and
an empty nest, he’s focused on climbing the corporate ladder.

“Mr. Popov! I thought the appointment was for five,” I said,
closing the door to my SUV after spotting him in the parking lot. He was
leaning against his car and tapping on a phone, and his face was still a wreck.

“Yeah, it is. I wanted to beat traffic, so I’ve been taking
some calls from your parking lot,” he replied, sliding the phone into his suit
pants pocket. Silver hair, light blue dress shirt, rolled up at the sleeves,
showcasing his muscular forearms. Someone plays a lot of softball.

“Okay, well, Jana should be here soon and then I can take a
quick peek and you’l be on your way.”

“No rush. And please, call me Thomas,” he said.

“Only if you’ll call me Amy.”

“Nice to meet you, Amy.”

He extended his hand, a friendly smile lighting up his face.
The bruise was healing nicely, but the impact point was still purple with a
large halo of yellow. It was mainly obscured by his salt and pepper scruff. I
didn’t blame him for not shaving. Except for his lip, the skin hadn’t broken.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t any less tender from the trauma. In fact, I was
impressed that he was able to smile through the ache.

“And you, Thomas,” I replied, hoisting my purse up my
shoulder and clasping his hand. I expected a couple of quick businesslike
pumps. What I got was different. His hand was big and warm and soft, making me
feel delicate, but before I could process what was different, before I could
categorize it into neat little bullet points—

As I pulled my head out of the clouds, where I’d just begun
to wonder how soft the rest of his skin was, I started to withdraw my hand. But
not before he gave a little squeeze. Was that a wink?

“Amy, real quick.”

“Yeah?”

“Will you have dinner with me? I’ve got a table at Brooklyn
Bridge at six thirty. And I hear good things about the lobster ravioli and
tiramisu.”

The heat that had been building in me quickly cooled. I
hated pity dates. I hated when my friends shoved men into my path and hoped for
the best. The only one ever truly happy was the friend doing the shoving. And
I’d had enough pity from men to last my lifetime. Being alone was better than
being pitied.

“Did Diana ask you to do this?” I inquired, narrowing my
eyes at him, trying to discern his true intention behind his offer of my
favorite meal.

“No. Though she told me what restaurant. So, that’s a yes?”

She didn’t con him into asking me out? It just didn’t make
sense. Men didn’t ask me out because they wanted to. Men asked me out because
they were obligated to. “That’s a—”

“Yes. Let that be a yes,” he said, another gentle squeeze on
my hand that I thought I’d pulled away. Maybe he honestly did want to go on a
date with me.

“And tiramisu?” I asked, testing the waters with my toe.

“Of course. And whatever else you want.”

A smile tickled at the corners of my mouth. Was he
propositioning me? God, really? Me, mother of a seventeen-year-old being
propositioned?

“They have a nice wine selection,” I said, wading further
into the waters to see whether his eyes fell—a clear sign that Diana had pushed
him into taking me out—or whether they lit up because he wanted to have dinner
with me. In the three years since I’d started going on occasional dates, I
hadn’t seen much light.

“There you go. We’ll have wine.” And there was light in his
gray blue eyes. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?” My head spun. He was asking me on a date
because he wanted to. Not because someone had pressured him into it. Or that he
felt like he had to take me out. I honestly wasn’t sure if that had ever
happened to me before. And I meant ever.

“Thanks for taking pity on an old man.”

“Oh, hush your mouth,” I said, letting go of his hand,
resettling my purse on my shoulder and turning toward the office. “Let’s see if
you’re ready to eat that lobster ravioli.”

As I checked his teeth and gums and lips for healing, I got
caught up in his eyes. Thick dark lashes rimmed the soft gray blue.

“Whaaa?” he asked, around my fingers, and I remembered where
I was—paused with my hands in my patient-turned-date’s mouth. Blue gloves, yoga
pants, a lightweight hoodie over a blue tank top, and whatever random pile I
swept my hair up into for my post-Pilates shower at the gym. Yeah, no fairy
godmothers here. But at least I’d taken that shower.

“Looks good, Mr. Popov. I mean, Thomas,” I said, swiveling
on the stool, stripping off the blue gloves and tossing them in the bin. “The
lip looks good. Your gums are healing nicely and the teeth have firmed up. No
discoloration or signs of stress. You got lucky.”

He pushed up from the exam chair, swinging his legs to the
floor. “I did,” he said, looking at me square in the face.

Am I blushing? My cheeks felt warm. Is
it warm in here? Is this perimenopause? Is this a hot flash? Because
I hadn’t had a period in nearly two decades and was sneaking up on forty, every
time I unexpectedly got warm, I wondered if I was entering menopause.

But I quickly realized that it wasn’t a life change. It was
the big, handsome, and very forward man in my office. I didn’t know what to do
because he clearly wasn’t talking about his softball accident. I spun around
and typed a few notes into his record so that Diana could pull them up on
Monday. I logged out of the computer, but not before taking a quick peek at the
birthdate at the header of his profile. He was fourteen years and two months
older than me to the day. May eleventh. He’d just turned fifty-three.

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